Great Novelist

“May I come in? ”

Both Namkyung and Susan left the house, and Coin and I took them out when they were sitting on the couch drinking tea. I heard the look of him staying in the book.

“Where?”

“The workshop.”

Electronics were all off in the afternoon. He covers the book in his hand. It was borrowed from the first floor library. The philosophy book, written by the philosopher, has a different vocabulary. It was more like a foreign language There are habits in a country called philosophy, and learning to understand them.

That's why the awareness of philosophy is so hard to read. But as with everything in the world, once you get used to it, you can know the fun. Peeking at the concerns of a well-known intellectual person. Empathy as a person. Intellectual joy when you understand it.

“Why suddenly? ”

“I read this. ”

I wanted to take a peek at his workshop. I can't come all the way here and not see his workshop. He got up from his seat with a blunt face.

“Follow me.”

I followed behind him with a cup in my hand. In the last few days, I saw a familiar landscape and a door that I could not open. The coin stands in front of it and simply reveals its interior. The first thought I had was this.

“That's messy.”

Paper cups and mugs, which must have contained a large amount of coffee, were all over the room. The wall was surrounded by a large bookshelf where his books and materials were kept neatly. There was a metal desk facing the window, and on top of it, it was a mess.

A pile of mixed paper. I also saw a lot of coin written in English. It was either drunk or caffeinated. It seemed to resemble him in a rough and sharp shape.

“I was working until recently. ”

“Can I help you clean up? ”

“Hands where I can see them. ”

He shakes his hand. I saw myself chasing a similar fly.

“Don't you have trophies here? ”

“It's a little tight. ”

Well, his trophies and prizes alone will fill this room.

“It feels a bit like an attic. Maybe it's because the walls are wooden. ”

“I don't know.”

He had an attitude that he didn't care about his emotions. It was a spacious room, but somehow everything felt close together. While browsing, Coin sat on the bed sipping coffee. He approached the desk.

“There's nothing you shouldn't read, right? ”

“I'm not going to be able to manage the data. ”

The words, "I don't think I can manage the room," came up to my throat, but I didn't spit it out. I read the material while studying the context in which only coins will be recognized. It was related to medical or legal matters.

“It's a lot of professional content. ”

“There are things you can't read. ”

“I don't know.”

There are no texts in the world that you can't read. dilated cardiomyopathy; batista. Tissue perfusion disorders. Scalp incision.

“It goes from heart surgery to burn surgery. These aren't in the book, are they? ”

“That's right. They're out. ”

Coin stares at her.

“You've developed a vocabulary in strange ways. He reads philosophy easily. Must be something you need to learn. ”

“That's enough to speak the language of God. ”

“A prize and a nostril pierces the sky. ”

He told me that he had put down the data and investigated it to write. Coin sips the coffee in his hand at once and says:

“There was nothing about medicine in that black book. ”

“You mean sublimation? ”

“Yes. That. ”

“I'm glad you read it. ”

He took the cup to his mouth again.

“What's not funny about that? The ending sucks. It sucks. ”

It was an obscene assessment. He shrugged.

“I went to a lot of trouble to write that messy ending. ”

Instead of answering, it was the sound of a rupture. A cracking sound. I only roll my eyes at the hallway. There were two cavities. I'm embarrassed.

“· · · · · · There. ”

“I'm not angry. I just want to throw everything away when I think of your ending. ”

“· · · · · · · Do you want me to do something? ”

“Stay where you are. ”

He used to pull newspapers out of the corner. He violently tore it in half.

“My writing will surpass that bizarre ending this time, so you stay put. ”

He slowly raised his hand and scratched his cheek. I'm afraid I can't help but ask.

“You must be confident. ”

“Of course.”

“That's a coin. But if that's true, the question is, what's not funny? It's above me, but you can't make an argument because you can't understand one of my articles. ”

“It's too messy, but it's hard to tell. Everyone's saying the same stupid thing about the eighth Wonder when they see your ending. ”

Even what he said did not go far from his stupid words. He smiled without hesitating.

“Aren't you just complaining too much? Now that you've written a good article, tell the young writer that you did well. ”

The coin snorts at you with a light tone. That's it.

“There's no ranking here. There's no such thing as second place, or tenth place. Only subjective emotion and frustration. Are there a lot of frustrated kids who hold onto one of your articles and say you can't write it at all? ”

The moment I thought I couldn't beat the opponent, I felt frustrated and bored with Australia's past.

“I'll show you my manuscript. ”

The coin sits on top of the newspaper with the broken pieces. He was curled up. It's like a fire that's ready for Tao anytime.

“Good.”

He replied quietly. And he remembered the manuscript he had retired from the plane. It was a story with a framed structure.

“If you're bored while I'm reading, would you like to read it? ”

“I'll read it to you.”

Both authors recommended the manuscripts to each other and accepted them both. He sat down in a desk chair and read the manuscript. The coin lay on the bed and roughly handed over the manuscript. There was no conversation between the two of them. Coins occasionally drank fresh coffee and he changed his seating position and read.

It was similar, but the content was completely different. Everything I wanted to say, the story, the characters, the background, the body or characteristics were all different. It was difficult to compare his/her own articles to their own. So from the middle, I read nothing but writing. By the time I finished reading it, it was 4: 00.

The liver passes. The silence lasts a long time. He reopened the manuscript he had read and looked ahead and the coins were no different.

“Good.”

“Not bad. ”

At the same time, the meaning was not very different. He dropped the manuscript. There was no frustration. I could only feel the feeling of sharing something with a slight appreciation. He thought, at least it means he's not down there. I hope so.

It has become popular below. Someone came back home. The popularity that was circling the first floor soon climbed the stairs. The structure of the room facing the stairs shows who's coming up. It was Nam-Kyung. When he saw Coin and himself together, he paused and tried to understand the situation.

“I'm here with Susan. They were having a conversation. ”

“I was showing you. ”

The coin leaves. He also followed behind. Nam-Kyung snuck aside at the door and stabbed him in the side.

“I'll tell you later. ”

“There you go."

After hearing the story, Nam-Kyung was very excited for a while.

*

“I'm trapped. ”

After dinner, the coin lies on the bed and looks up at the ceiling. The manuscript is in your hand, full of crumpled words. Pictures come to mind, not just because of the framing. This is because the image of the trapped person effectively shows the reckless human being who stays forever at one point. Nose

The phosphorus glanced at the photo machine on the desk, along with the materials.

The text changed the way I felt about the photo machine. It was a bad influence. I got up from my seat to get the camera out of sight. I hold the heavy camera in my hand and look at the place, and I hear a noise below. I went downstairs in a cluttered atmosphere. Front door

was Susan, who looked uncomfortable.

“What's the matter? ”

“Reporters.”

“Journalist?”

Coin stands in front of her, looking out the doorway. It wasn't just one or two. I felt it for a moment. It was a coincidence. When I opened the door nervously, the reporters came.

“What?”

“I came to you because I heard that you were visiting by chance. ”

Someone in the crowd said, Subsequently, many voices tangled. Coins get annoyed and shoot them with a camera. The flash exploded and panicked. They flinch because they are in the position of being filmed with the camera first.

“You're all suing. Call the police, Mom. ”

“I already called you a long time ago. ”

“Is it true you're with a writer by any chance? ”

The reckless one didn't know the situation and asked. Coin takes another shot at his face.

“Nothing, you son of a bitch. ”

“There was information. ”

“Maybe you didn't hear the information I just gave you? I'm suing all of you. ”

Coin takes a step closer to him.

“I don't know which group you belong to, but that company can't afford to fight in the mud just to protect you. If he sent you here to cover me, that means you're already out. ”

No words. Coin takes another shot at that face.

“Don't worry. I'm not that narrow. I'm gonna put you on a big leash with the company. ”

You hear sirens. The coin leaves its back to the police and goes inside. Susan was chewing popcorn and watching television. I sat in the chair next to him. The house was quiet with only two people.

“Come quickly. ”

Susan said, being sarcastic. It looked a lot like a coin.

“I mean, it's been a riot since he left. ”

Coin said as it lowered the popcorn. Coincidence is already gone. They should be flying by now. The coin picks up the machine you turned off and checks the information on the outside. It was an accident in the United States. Red hat sightings.

“Shut up.”

Susan raises the volume to the sound coming from outside. It was a peaceful day.

Did you visit the World Convention? Checking live broadcast.

Finally reveals itself. An Asian caught on live at Convention. Check by accident.

The coincidence of being caught live. Turned out to be Chinese-American. Happiness. I'm not a coincidence.

I was with Coin. It's a coincidence that the sun is shining. Outsiders dispatched to Korea are wasting their time.

Open hot coverage. Journalists looking for coincidence. The criticism that pours into him.

Journalists once gathered in front of a coin house. I can't hear a word and get kicked out.

A celebration pouring into coincidence. Reach the Double Crown. Place two crowns on top of your head. Young genius novelist coincidence. Can you bear that weight?

A rumored red hat. A young Asian witness with coins? There's no evidence anywhere. A lost coincidence.

Where is the crown prince? It appears suddenly and disappears.

Coincidence is good at writing. The truth that no one can argue with. Let's summarize the rumors following him.

The ability of coincidence demonstrated by the language of God. The writing he writes is truly the language of God.

Readers' choice of writer coincidence. The first Asian meaning in terms of shame. Percentage of American writers who have received an honorary award.

Today's glory begins in the fight of eternity and coincidence. We knew his depth from the beginning. What he did out of coincidence.

End of Double Crown (8)

lim Han-baek